harder than carrying water in my hands
It's a hard thing for me
to let myself tumble with that voice that says
"Hate her, hate her"
But I listen to my stomach's weight
I know that heavy hate
But at times I am an empty room
where curses fly off walls
Echoes in the hollow of my chest
And my mouth is a cave
I am lost in it
I hate you/I love you
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